Jenny slowly stood up from her chair. While the curse had made it perfectly natural for her to walk as though she were wearing heels, these new shoes pushed her ability to walk. It was as difficult for her to walk in these shoes as it would be for anyone else to walk on the balls of their feet all day.
“I’ll just inform Mrs Gibson that you’re on your way back now, and that you have been disciplined appropriately.” The secretary said.
Mrs Styles smiled, picked up the soaking wet towel off of the chair and opened the door for Jenny to leave. Jenny reluctantly walked out of the room and into the corridor, there was still another 20 minutes until her next lesson so she was going to have to go back to maths. She sighed and then jumped a little as Mrs. Styles’ door shut behind her.
She was now alone in the hallway, it was cold and quiet and Jenny’s already aroused nipples grew even harder. The wetness running down her thighs continued to be an issue as she walked back in the direction of her class, she had to do something about it. Jenny quickly ducked into the girls bathroom and found the paper towel dispenser,
“Damn!” she muttered under her breath, it was empty. The school had recently updated it’s bathrooms across campus; all of the toilets were fitted with special water jets which eliminated the need for toilet paper. It had been to stop people from using the paper to vandalise the bathrooms, which meant there was no paper anywhere in the room. Jenny looked around, her juices had reached her knees and she didn’t want them to get any further.
Jenny caught site of herself in the mirror, damn she looked so sexy... she had to finger the girl in the mirror right now! NO!
She quickly turned away and shut her eyes.
The curse had made her attracted to herself?!
She spread her legs to see the inside of her thighs but this just caused the amount of juice coming from her pussy to double. Jenny sat on the counter with her back to the mirror.
She moaned in frustration.
She ran her index finger along her thigh and felt how wet she was, but as she brought the finger back away from her leg she suddenly found it impossible to resist sucking her juice off her finger. It smelled and tasted like pussy juice but mixed with another flavour that Jenny thought was fantastic. Disgusted at herself she suddenly pulled her finger from her mouth and wiped it on her hip.
“I guess I’m not going to get myself cleaned up before class after all...” she resigned herself to leaving the problem until first break and left the bathroom to hurry back to class.